The last week of the 2000s, which will go down infamously as the Double-War Decade, finds former Vice-Fraudulent Cheney mouthing off again against the new administration. The Prince of Bombast (when not of Darkness) now opines that President Obama “is pretending we are not at war.” I think, now that we are rid of Fraudulent Bush, and Cheney can no longer arrogantly drop the F-bomb on the Senate floor, the former Vice-Fraudulent feels he owes it to his bombastic base not to let a month go by without saying something outrageous to ruffle feathers somewhere.
This charge, after Obama has just publicly discussed and defended his decision to commit 30,000 more troops to Afghanistan. At his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech, no less.
I hear the former Vice-Fraudulent’s memoirs are soon to be published. Where do I get in line for that one? Maybe I can suggest a few titles:
· How to Point Fingers and Influence People
· How to Point Missiles and Influence People
· How to Shoot Quail and Influential People’s Faces
· Dark Shadows
· Dark Shadow Government
· Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Leaks But Were Afraid to Ask
· Elections and Other Trivialities
· Police Reports and Other Trivialities
· My Life in the Axis of Evil
· A Layman’s Guide to Hiring and Firing Non-Conservative U.S. Attorneys
· All the Puppeteer’s Men
Dick Cheney. What a pathetic excuse for a politician.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Knowledge
We may never know
Who killed Kennedy
What babies think
How souls are born
Where the universe stops
When war ends
Why evil exists
But I know that
I love you
Who killed Kennedy
What babies think
How souls are born
Where the universe stops
When war ends
Why evil exists
But I know that
I love you
Friday, December 25, 2009
What Does Christmas Mean?
Children in the shopping mall
Sit on Santa’s lap
Tell him everything they want to get
But what does Christmas mean?
Colors flashing on the street
This panoply of hues
Majestic what I hear and see
But what does Christmas mean?
Away in a slaughterhouse
They make the Yuletide meal
Arrays of flavors for the mouth
But what does Christmas mean?
Into factories of faith
The throngs of faithful file
They say their prayers learned by rote
Anything to bring them hope
But what does Christmas mean?
Sit on Santa’s lap
Tell him everything they want to get
But what does Christmas mean?
Colors flashing on the street
This panoply of hues
Majestic what I hear and see
But what does Christmas mean?
Away in a slaughterhouse
They make the Yuletide meal
Arrays of flavors for the mouth
But what does Christmas mean?
Into factories of faith
The throngs of faithful file
They say their prayers learned by rote
Anything to bring them hope
But what does Christmas mean?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sphinx Redux
In the morning we begin
On the wings of everything
Love is blazing in the air
Colors flashing everywhere
Afternoon, come down to earth
Take all we can for what it’s worth
Learn everything’s ingredients
Sell them to the innocents
Evening finds us out at sea
Gazing shoreward helplessly
Everything is sinking deep
So many shells, not one to keep
On the wings of everything
Love is blazing in the air
Colors flashing everywhere
Afternoon, come down to earth
Take all we can for what it’s worth
Learn everything’s ingredients
Sell them to the innocents
Evening finds us out at sea
Gazing shoreward helplessly
Everything is sinking deep
So many shells, not one to keep
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Can I See Her Again?
I know the summer’s over
Can I see her again?
Leaves are turning wild hues
Unspoken rebellion raging through
Can I see her again?
I have turned my keys over
Can I see her again?
Gone my river and my muse
Into that unforgiving night
Can I see her again?
No rest for the weary
Says my brain unto my feet
Every footstep on the street
Every morsel that I eat
Dissolving in this paint
This taint of gray upon these bars
They are bamboo and not steel
It is that I need to feel
As they clang away my life
Can I see her again?
Can I see her again?
Leaves are turning wild hues
Unspoken rebellion raging through
Can I see her again?
I have turned my keys over
Can I see her again?
Gone my river and my muse
Into that unforgiving night
Can I see her again?
No rest for the weary
Says my brain unto my feet
Every footstep on the street
Every morsel that I eat
Dissolving in this paint
This taint of gray upon these bars
They are bamboo and not steel
It is that I need to feel
As they clang away my life
Can I see her again?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sleepless River
I remember water rising high
And up over the banks
A stranger saved me from drowning
Even now I still give thanks
But dreams they came to torment me
Chastisements from my soul
Everyone who lost their lives
Now sees me getting old
I wait as long as I can
With all the sorrows they deliver
And when the morning comes
I cast them on the sleepless river
She looked at me with whirlpools
Rolling in her eyes so blue
Said every time I broke my heart
I rolled right into you
I listen to these words of rue
Drink in all I can take
I watch the current pull her tears
And leave a lucid lake
I wait as long as I can
With all the sorrows they deliver
And when the morning comes
I cast them on the sleepless river
I walk the town in solitude
Love's echoes make me shiver
I freeze until the morning comes
And ride the sleepless river
And up over the banks
A stranger saved me from drowning
Even now I still give thanks
But dreams they came to torment me
Chastisements from my soul
Everyone who lost their lives
Now sees me getting old
I wait as long as I can
With all the sorrows they deliver
And when the morning comes
I cast them on the sleepless river
She looked at me with whirlpools
Rolling in her eyes so blue
Said every time I broke my heart
I rolled right into you
I listen to these words of rue
Drink in all I can take
I watch the current pull her tears
And leave a lucid lake
I wait as long as I can
With all the sorrows they deliver
And when the morning comes
I cast them on the sleepless river
I walk the town in solitude
Love's echoes make me shiver
I freeze until the morning comes
And ride the sleepless river
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